Turn To Ride
 

Str8 Aim
all of ya better shut ur mouth be4 Macca
just whiles out and decides ta just gat ya
now i ain't no gangsta...but i still hate ya
u hate us cuzz mainstream just played ya
im in the mind state to stomp every hata
idk. about gangs so it hard too state this
and i can spit all this ish in all of ur faces
but i do know all bout racists and rapists
wit crooked pigz, hicks, & police chases
the shit left the hands of earth's creatas
all u see is gangs all layed out on corners
ta give tortures & hand out all the orders
too stack quarters on trees like. orchards
& they quick ta give you mental disorders
i have no gunz but i have stabbin utensils
we cover it all up wit these instrumentals
bitch you should fear us when ya hear us
& we dont want no inteference so here is
the first time u'll have a legend experience

Legend
Guts skills is what its takes to succeed
Groupies on the street, begging for just a piece
Homies in hoodies off they leash
With our lives they’ll have a feast
Wondering how we’ll escape or defeat
These cold hearted horrible beasts
Join something or end up deceased
Ain’t afraid at all to spill nacho cheese
I’m a grown man son no need for cryin
Family dyin but not gon stop me from tryin
I’m a survivor fa real I can’t be lyin
When in trouble I don’t depend on a gang
Cuz knowing that the streets won’t change
I only speak my mind when I rhyme
Threatened by a fag with a nine all the time
The streets will never be kind
Never having a good sleep because
I’m troubled by the crips and bloods
Threatening peeps with a gat and steel toe lugz
Everybody here is either pussies or thugz
gangsta with a pice no one stays alive
yellin bullseye so I turn To Ride